Hello, all! Before I get into my post I want to say how glad I am that the comments section has become a gathering place for all of us during this surreal time. I read your comments to me and to other commenters and I think how lucky we are that we can do this.
So, thank you.
Yesterday was cold but beautifully sunny all day. Right now? It’s snowing. More of the surreal.
When we were chatting during our second cup of coffee yesterday, Don got an idea about the Folk Art dollhouse. If you remember, we had it on our kitchen table. He wondered if we could find another place for it in the kitchen. The sunlight was hitting it and it looked beautiful and he thought it might be even more so if we could put it closer to the windows. Easier said than done. This house is small and every bit of space is taken up with something or other. But I must admit, I have been missing the available surface of the kitchen table – for eating, for writing, for puzzles – especially during this time. (Don has good ideas, even though I sometimes think they won’t work. They usually do.)
So we did our usual “What about here? No, that won’t work…how about there?” You get the picture. This went on for quite a while. The only available surface that wasn’t already being used was the French Bistro table which was currently propped against a wall in the upstairs hallway. So, Don brought it downstairs. The only place we could think for it to go was to the right of Stella, where the old advertising stand was that held our paper towels. We’ve had that on display since shortly after we moved here, so we decided it might be time to retire it for a while. Long story short: we moved it out of the way, opened up the bistro table, placed it perpendicular to the wall, and here you go:
It looks great there, we get to see the bistro table once more, along with the French words on the side. We have the table back and we promptly ate lunch there. I tried to take other pictures, but the perspective was way off; the house looked smaller than it is. I’ll keep experimenting.
Speaking of dollhouses, I did a lot of ‘stonework’ on the facade yesterday:
I made it all the way up to the peak. I’m really pleased with it. Today, I’ll try to finish the facade. Then I’ll have to do the left and right exterior walls. Eventually, I’ll grout between the stones – something tells me that will be a pain in the tush. This stone work is done using egg cartons and it’s tedious. (Don has been saving egg cartons for me for well over a year.) I have to cut the strips, paint them with two coats of the main color, then another coat of the contrast color, and wait for them to dry. Then I have to take my scissors and cut the stones, gluing them individually. I try to vary the widths. The hardest part is cutting them to fit around the windows and against the sharp angle of the roof.
I might as well have something to show for all this self-isolating, right?
When all of this is done, I’ll start on the inside.
We’re hanging in there. We had a good day yesterday. Our feel-good choice of the evening was episodes of Cheers, starting from the beginning. Heavens, that show was excellent, right from the get-go. The pilot was so well done.
Happy Monday.